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His pierced brow arched when they were stopped, and the corner of his lip twitched slightly.

"And you call me insufferable," he grunted, swooping down to kiss Dick hard. The kiss was as much of a punishment as a thank you. He didn't pull back until he had bitten Dick's lower lip brutally. Not enough to bleed, but certainly enough to cause a little pain and swell.

He sidled closer, arms wrapping around Dick and a pout forming on his face. "You wouldn't leave me to deal with hours of unending pain alone just because you got a little turned on in public, now would you?"

His thumbs began to rub at Dick's hips gently.

"All right, you two, get your pretty asses over here," spoke a very soft voice. The dainty woman that stood at the doorway into the studio was all dainty lines and gentle beauty, bar her sharp tongue. Angela was known for her dirty mouth. "Lets get you stripped down and smooth as a baby's backside. I've got the design drawn up already."

Fleck blinked, but followed after the little woman, casting a shocked gaze down at Dick.

"All right, sugar daddy, you get that stool. Baby boy, I wanna see if you've been working out for daddy. Strip."

Angela went about doing final setup, while Fleck stripped of his shirt.

When she turned back around, she gave a groan. "Oh yeah, you've been working out for daddy, all right. Never have I wanted a cock so bad. Between the two of you-" She gave another deep groan. "Alas I was given a cunt rather than a cock, and everyone weeps. Well, Charlie doesn't, but she's not here to see you two."

She clapped her hands together. "Let's get you shaved down, baby boy."

It didn't take long for the efficient artist to have Fleck's arm shaved smooth, and apply the design.

"Okay, sit your pretty ass right down there, baby boy, and cuddle up to daddy."

Fleck did as bit, sitting down and resting his arm on the separate rest as Angela sat down in her own stool.

"Be good and I'm sure daddy will reward you," she crooned, and then began. Fleck didn't even feel the little scratches as she began.

Fleck was turned his last shocked look to Dick tenfold now. What a woman.

Dick thought she was bad the first time. With Fleck here, she was worst.

"I-" His face flared up at the nickname he hated Fleck using. But he was in such mortified shock he just nodded.

"Sure."

He took a seat, eyes on Fleck as he pulled off his shirt. It didn't seem like he was the only one admiring him. With how brash and quick Angela was with her words, he didn't have time to bristle. Especially when he found he was, shockingly, roped in.

He watched Angela and Fleck in silent shock. This was one of the few time he hadn't heard Fleck get an edgeways in. He was in as much shock as he was.

Blue eyes blinked at Fleck when his 'pretty ass' sat down in the chair.

"You okay?" It wasn't so much about the needle being shoved into his arm. It was more about that whirlwind of a woman.

His gaze turned down to watch the needles pass over his skin with mild interest. He had expected it to hurt. But it just stung a little. Like a very light cat scratch. His arm wasn't even twitching as she traced over the blue marks from the transfer.

His gaze turned back to Dick and his brows shot up again. Clearly he wasn't expecting a woman like Angela. He was more shocked that Dick had obviously met with her before and sorted this out, and Dick hadn't spontaneously combust the moment the woman opened her mouth.

"You tell me when you need a break. I'm sure daddy will want you to suck his cock at some point today. I'm all up for you two nipping off to the bathroom for five."

Fleck shook his head slowly. "I'm a little frigid in public. We'd need at least ten, just so I can get going."

Angela snorted quietly. "Big boy hot as you frigid? Now that's got to be some sort of crime. I see daddy over there being the frigid one until he gets going."

"Maybe a lunch deal? A pasta pot would be great." They'd be there for hours. Lunch would certainly be needed.

"And a little kiss before you go?" He puckered his lips again to receive his kiss.

"Love you."

When Dick would come to open his wallet, one thing would stand out to him. In the clear film pocket that some people held their ID cards, Fleck had a little slip of paper. A printed out photo of Dick.

In the photo, Dick had his eyes shut and was laughing at something. The joy of the expression lit up his boyfriend's face in a beautiful way. Dick was leaning on a large clothed chest - obviously Fleck himself - but most of him was folded over, so just Dick was showing.

The photo was from a long while ago. A couple days after the Halloween party. The two of them were sat in the living room, laughing and joking with the immediate family. Chai had snapped the photo without either of them being aware of it, and had shown Fleck later after looking back on the photos and realising this was a good one.

There was a corner shop right next to the studio, so he wasn't too long. He quickly browsed for what he needed; a meal deal for Fleck, a couple of snickers and bottles sprite. He also picked up some iced tea for himself.

The items were scanned through by a bored store assistant, putting them in a carrier bag until he rang up the price.

Dick pulled out Fleck's wallet and opened it. He almost dropped it.

He was confronted with his own face. His own, laughing face. Completely unaware of the photo that had even been taken.

How did he not even realise at this point that the photo was in the wallet? Or was it recently added?

Either way, his heart melted. Even when he wasn't around, Fleck kept a little constant reminder of him.

The store assistant coughed. Face flushed, he handed over the money and grabbed the bag.

As soon as he saw his boyfriend, he swooped down. One hand either side of his head as he kissed him. Much longer than the chaste kisses they've had all day. Much gentler than the rough 'kiss' outside the studio.

Their noses bumped as he pulled back an inch, grinning. The wallet was slotted between a hand and Fleck's cheek.